There’s a reason fulltime RVers write their plans in Jello. Because we never know when anything from weather, to a mechanical breakdown, a health issue, or simply a whim will find us making last minute changes. Isn’t it a wonderful lifestyle having that kind of freedom?
Sometimes the Jello stirring is major and sometimes it’s no big deal. My buddy Al Hesselbart who has been hanging out at Breezy Oaks Campground in Bushnell, Florida, was going to head back to Elkhart, Indiana last weekend. But forecasts of the storm that’s currently slamming the Midwest convinced him to delay his trip and it’s a good thing he did!
The Jello got stirred in a minor way on Sunday. I’m not a NASCAR fan, but I decided that since I’ve never watched a NASCAR race and since we had nothing better to do, I’d watch the Daytona 500 on Sunday. I think about 15 laps into the race I realized why I’m not a NASCAR fan. I’ll admit, it was better than the one time I tried to watch a pro football game. Or the time I tried to watch a major league baseball game. Let’s face it. I’m just not a sports fan.
Anyway, I was rescued Sunday when John and Kathy Huggins from the Living The RV Dream podcast stopped in for a visit. We got to chatting about everything from the RV lifestyle, to working on the road, to some of our favorite RV parks, and the race was soon forgotten. While John and Kathy were here, Darwin and Bonnie Bearrows stopped in to say hello and to let me know that after picking my brain about Thousand Trails a while back, they came here to Three Flags and bought a membership. Darwin and Bonnie have been to a couple of our Gypsy Journal rallies and it was nice to get to visit with them again.
Not wanting to allow that Jello to set up, yesterday we stirred it up once more. We had planned to leave Three Flags on Wednesday and start our westward trek, but we knew all along that might change, since we didn’t know where Miss Terry would be with her dental work. We hoped things would be finished and we could head out, but after two appointments yesterday it was determined that she needs just a little longer to be sure everything is okay. So we’ll stay here another week. It’s no big deal. It’s just Jello.
We met some new fulltimers who are already getting the hang of Jello stirring. When we got back to the campground yesterday afternoon we bumped into a lady who said, “You’re Nick and Terry from the Gypsy Journal!” Since I couldn’t deny it, I agreed. It was Susan Pezzano, who we met at the Hershey RV Show a few years back. Susan and her hubby Rod are brand new fulltimers, like in just a few days into their new adventure, and they were headed for the Peace River Thousand Trails when they read about how much we like it here at Three Flags in Wildwood. They decided this place sounded nice, so they changed their reservation and came here instead.
Gee, with all the business I’m bringing here, you’d think they’d give me a commission. Or name a street after me. Or at least a dumpster. No, cookies! Chocolate chip cookies! They should at least bake me cookies! I wonder if Joanne, the nice manger here, reads my blog….
Thought For The Day – I’ve reached the age where Happy Hour is a nap.
Hi Nick – I’m a day late, a dollar short, and a drink behind, but I would like to comment on yesterdays’s blog. A few days ago, I was in the grocery store and saw a lady with a dog (with it’s own blanket) in a grocery cart!. I am not usually a confrontational person but I was so shocked at the idea of putting my fresh veggies and other groceries in that same basket after the woman was through with it that I went to a clerk and voiced my objection. Her reply was that they weren’t allowed to say anything to the customer! I could hardly believe my ears. I was under the impression that there is a law about allowing animals around fresh food that can be contamined! Thanks for exposing this revolting custom to the light of day.
Maybe the clerk can’t say anything but i bet that the manager can.
Also, if the manager can’t or won’t say anything i would suggest talking to the county or state health dept. and see what they have to say.
Ever see a baby with a crappy diaper sitting in the “baby seat”?
If the woman says the dog is a service dog, she can have the dog with her and you can’t even ask her to PROVE it’s a service dog. We know we have had this problem at some of our rallies and we researched the laws on it. And yes, Yuck. That’s why I use the wipes to clean my hands and the cart handle and put all my veggies in plastic bags and wash them before use.
Dogs and rug rats with dirty diapers have been sitting in shopping cart baby seats long before the stores provided wipes. I wonder what Connie used back when?
I washed my hands often.
I thought I was the only American male that found pro sports boring. Glad to see there is another one out there.